4
He kissed her to show her how ready he was. Pressed her to the door and fucked her mouth with his tongue. She kissed him back, bit his bottom lip, shoved him away, and held his stare. His nostrils flared, his chest heaving as she turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open.
He took one step toward her.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
Her heart hammered into her throat. This was it. No interruptions, no snakes or sisters or anyone else to stop what was about to happen.
She took a step backward into the apartment she shared with Elisa and Zeta, flicked the light switch beside the doorframe, and hooked a finger at Owen.
He crossed the threshold in two strides, cupped her face in his hands, and crushed her mouth with his. She groaned into the kiss, fisting her hands in his hair as he propelled her backward. Her ass bumped into the back of the sofa in the living area, and she laughed, the sound captured by his hungry lips before he lifted his head.
“Unzip me,” she ordered, pivoting on her heel to present him her back.
Without a word, he did, slowly lowering the onesie’s zipper down to the small of her back before gently sliding his fingers beneath the parted material. A shiver rippled through her at his warm skin on her cool, damp back. Her nipples pinched tight. Her pussy clenched. Contracted. Squeezing a cock that wasn’t there yet.
“Oh yeah…” she murmured, bending forward a little at the hip to press her ass against his groin.
“We’re alone?” he asked on a breath at the back of her neck, his lips feathering her skin.
“We’re alone,” she confirmed. Elisa and Zeta were no doubt having their own adventures elsewhere. “I live here with my sisters, and I told them to stay away for at least an hour.”
“Good,” he whispered before sliding his palms up over the backs of her shoulders, coaxing the Scooby-Doo onesie off them. The damp costume slipped down her torso and passed her hips, revealing her naughty secret.
“Holy fuck,” he ground out, his voice almost strangled.
She looked at him over her shoulder and wriggled her bare ass. “Disappointed?”
“Hell no. I’m a fan of commando,” he said, raking his gaze over her naked ass before meeting her gaze again. “Also a fan of eagles.”
She flicked a glance at the small soaring-eagle tattoo on the curve above her right butt cheek. She’d had it done to celebrate getting her skydiving instructor’s license. “You like?”
His nostrils flared, and he drew in a slow, deep breath, lifting his gaze to hers. “You have no fucking clue.”
“Hmm.” She gave the impressive bulge straining against his fly a smile. “I think I do.”
A low growl rumbled in his chest.
Meeting his stare again over her shoulder, she lifted one leg and then the other, freeing them completely of the damp onesie and kicking it away with a backward flick of her right foot.
Owen’s nostrils flared again, his stare once more on her ass. Did he notice the faint purple scar running over the curve of her left hip? Did he care?
Let’s find out.
Slowly, watching his eyes, she turned until the scar was fully visible.
For the first time since her bad landing and ensuing operation, she offered herself completely revealed to someone.
Completely exposed.
Completely horny.
And completely…nervous. What if Owen—
“Is it wrong I find your scar sexy?” he asked.
She puffed out a breath, her pulse quickening at the way he looked at her. “You do?”